Goldie Lookin' Chain - The Alchemist Lyrics
Yo... where's my draw... I can't find my draw.... No, that's Paul's draw... I don't want Paul's draw, I want my drawYes, Mystikal, back in positionKnown thru time as the metaphysicianYou hear my words but the message is hiddenLike Jeffrey Archer being fcuked by the wardens in the prisonTravelling thru time on a golden BMXCruising dimensions on a never ending vortexI went to the future and this what I sawCharlie Ferris was Prime Minister and he'd legalised drawWhoa... I'm the alchemist, I'm the illegal alchemistI'm the alchemist in NewportI said, "One, two, three..."This shit is called AlchemyTurning stuff into gold you seeThen sell it on for the GLCEm Why Ess Tee Eye Kay Ay to the EllLike Paul McKenna I'll put you under my spellGold chain around my neck and a Celtic TattooSweet herbs and spices and Medieval glueI taught Einstein how to bust the rhymeI had four bongs but he had nineAlchemy and draw, the magic equationChalked on stone floors, with a brief explanation2000 years of traveling thru timeMelting down gold and busting the rhymesMy gold shines and I sold Shakespeare speedAnd showed Dylan Thomas how to smoke the weedWhoa... I'm the alchemist, I'm the illegal alchemistI'm the alchemist in NewportYou knows it, Spa.Like King Midas, spraying his fluidDressed like Cadfael, and known as the druidI saw Queen Victoria being fcuked by a stallionI'll melt down your sovereigns and make a medallion24-carat gold bad young brotherWord, to your Daddy, your sister and your MotherStep closer unto the etheric planeMy name is Mystikal, ye Oldie Lookin' Chain
